Anthony's heart sank and the pit of his stomach rose and he sat there, frozen.
He knew that Sören's muttered "Love you, Anthony" before he fell asleep last night could have been platonic - though he doubted that. And he knew that even if it hadn't been platonic, he was still taking a risk by trying to seduce Sören this evening, he'd had concerns that Sören might think he was trying to take advantage of the hurt post-rejection-by-Craig feelings to score an "easy lay".
In all of his overanalyzing and mental rehearsals, nothing had prepared him for Sören thinking of it as pity.
On the other hand... Anthony took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down - like he was about to enter a courtroom - and considered Sören's reaction. "I don't want your fucking pity, Anthony." The way Sören had melted into the kiss... and this being his reaction, instead of disgust, suggested that Sören had feelings and didn't want to get his hopes up. Again.
Even if he was wrong, they weren't going back until tomorrow afternoon, and Sören couldn't spend the entire night in the bathroom. Anthony got up and walked over to the bathroom door. "Sören. Listen. I don't pity you. That... over there... wasn't pity."
"Oh sure. You don't need to lie to me to make me feel better -"
"Goddammit, Sören. Open the door please?"
Sören opened the door a crack and stuck his face in the door. The irate look on his face would have been hilarious if Anthony wasn't scared - there was no way to put the proverbial worms back in the can. This had the potential to break their friendship and possibly even disrupt their living situation if things went wrong.
You're on trial. Make your case, Anthony told himself.
Anthony cleared his throat. "I've been in love with you for close to six years. I haven't said anything about it because up until yesterday, I didn't know you were open to dating other trans guys. I've been rejected a lot, just like you, so it's why I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to risk rejection from you and it making everything weird, and..." Anthony's voice trailed off and he looked down.
Sören grabbed Anthony's face and kissed him hard. Anthony moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of those full, lush lips, the way Sören's tongue played with his, seeking, chasing, claiming. Anthony's hands slid up Sören's chest and back down, and he tugged on the hem of Sören's sweater and began to walk backwards towards the fireplace, kissing all the way.
They stood at the blanket fort and the crackling fire, looking into each other's eyes, breathless. "I love you too," Sören said softly. His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. "Six years? All this time?"
Anthony nodded solemnly.
Sören's jaw dropped. Then he threw his head back and his laughter rang out. "Me too. And I didn't tell you for the same reason."
"Seriously."
"Seriously." Sören threw his arms around Anthony and giggled hysterically. "God, we're idiots."
"I went to Cambridge and I have a fucking doctorate and I couldn't figure it out." Anthony's cheeks burned.
"Well..." Sören bit his lower lip. "I have some evidence for you to examine."
"Oh, do you now." Anthony grinned, and his own laughter erupted as relief flooded over him. They kissed again, and again, and then they quickly shucked their clothing, letting it pool to the floor.
Anthony had seen Sören in just a towel or his boxers more than a few times, and now Sören was completely naked, a feast for his eyes. Anthony admired the full sleeve tattoos on Sören's arms - flames up his left arm, ocean waves down his right, leading out to a fire phoenix and a water phoenix on his back; the ink was based on one of his paintings. Sören's nipples were pierced with captive bead rings, and the scars from his top surgery were less prominent than Anthony's, as Anthony had his in 2009 before surgical techniques had advanced. Sören had no chest hair, but his armpits and legs were hairy, and he had a wild curly bush. Anthony looked down and saw Sören had some impressive bottom growth on T, his hard nub jutting out like a small cock, meaty cunt lips dangling like a small set of balls.
Anthony's own cock was slightly bigger, and it throbbed as he came closer to run his hands over Sören's naked body for the first time. His thumbs rubbed Sören's pierced nipples and he felt himself start dripping at the sound of Sören's moan. Then Sören took Anthony's left hand and guided it between his legs. "This is the evidence, elskan," Sören husked.
Sören was already drenched and they'd barely gotten started. Anthony let out an appreciative grunt. "Fuck," he laughed. Then he took Sören's hand and let him feel how wet he was in return. He started kissing and licking Sören's neck. "I am so fucking hard and wet for you," Anthony purred. "This isn't pity."
Sören's face lit up, and Anthony knew what was coming. "Hi So Fucking Hard And Wet For You This Isn't Pity -"
Anthony silenced Sören with a kiss and a growl, then they tumbled together into the nest in the blanket fort, laughing. After another deep, hungry kiss, Anthony said, "We need to finish those strawberries."
They took turns feeding each other strawberries and whipped cream, sensually licking and sucking each other's fingers, licking and kissing each other's palms. When strawberry juice and cream dripped down Sören's throat, Anthony chased it with his tongue. Then Anthony deliberately let strawberry juice spill down his chest, and Sören lapped at it.
There were an odd number of strawberries and with the last one they each took a bite, then kissed with their mouth full of strawberry. There was still some whipped cream left in the dish and Sören licked it straight from the dish like he was a cat... and with whipped cream on his tongue he rubbed his tongue against Anthony's. Anthony almost came right then, going out of his mind with lust.
Sören put his fingers in the dish to collect the dregs, and then he anointed his hard, pierced nipples. Anthony growled and drew a nipple into his mouth. Sören clutched at his head and arched to him, breathing harder. Anthony suckled hard, pleased that Sören's nipples were sensitive - his barely had any sensation after top surgery. Anthony's tongue traced circles around the nipple and lashed at it, then he turned to the other to suck the cream off and lick it. The way Sören whimpered drove Anthony wild, craving more. He went back and forth between Sören's nipples, suckling and tongue-lashing one while he pinched and rubbed the other.
Sören spread to him, bending his knees, and Anthony let out a shuddery gasp at the sight of Sören's cunt, thick cream flowing like a cis man's cum. Anthony reflexively licked his lips. "You look more delicious than cake," Anthony said.
"Go for it."
Anthony kissed and licked his way down. He couldn't resist teasing some more, kissing and nibbling one inner thigh, then the other, before he nuzzled Sören's bush, breathing in the musky scent of his arousal. He'd fantasized about this countless times - he'd watched porn with FTM guys and would play it back in his mind, doing things to Sören - and now the reality was even better than the fantasy. Sören's hard little cock looked like a ripe, delicious berry, just asking to be sucked. Anthony took a few playful licks at it and then his lips latched onto it and he began to suck. Sören's juices were delicious.
"Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck." Sören's hips bucked and his nails dug into Anthony's shoulders. Sören made an urgent high-pitched noise and Anthony growled in response, sucking harder. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck, fuck, fuck, that's so good..."
Anthony made filthy slurping sounds as he sucked, moving his head back and forth. Sören began to roll his hips, gently fucking Anthony's mouth. Anthony reached down to paw himself furiously.
"Are you touching yourself?" Sören breathed.
Anthony nodded. He let Sören's cock slip from his mouth. "Yeah."
"God, that's fucking hot."
Anthony grinned. "You don't know how much I've thought about doing this to you, sweetheart. Been wanting to suck you off for so long..." He took Sören's cock back in his mouth and resumed sucking. Sören cried out and worked his hips faster.
Anthony was getting close, and as badly as he needed to come, he wanted Sören to come first. He made himself stop masturbating and, feeling suddenly mischievous, he waved his fingers so Sören could see how slick they were in the light of the fireplace and the candles. Then he pushed those fingers, slick with his own juices, inside Sören. Sören cried out again as Anthony found his G-spot and pumped his fingers in and out, rubbing it, still sucking Sören's engorged little cock.
"Oh god. Oh shit, oh god. Anthony... Anthony." There was a pleading, desperate look in Sören's eyes. "Oh god, don't stop. Don't fucking stop, don't stop, you're gonna make me come, please, please..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Anthony sipped at Sören's juices, loving it. His lips clamped down, sucking as hard as he could.
"Ekki hætta, ekki hætta, meira, meira, ég skal fokking koma!"
Anthony moaned around the luscious little cock in his mouth and then he felt it twitching, felt Sören's cunt slam down on his fingers, clenching, pulsing, as Sören shrieked, "Anthony! Anthony! Ég elska þig, ég er að koma!" Anthony almost came too, and he felt himself smiling so hard his face hurt as he pulled back to watch Sören's contractions, his cream gushing, adding to the wet spot on the quilt beneath them. He felt that same surge of victorious euphoria that he did when he won a court case, except better. More satisfying. He'd made the love of his life come hard.
Anthony slid up and kissed Sören, letting Sören taste himself. Sören sighed with contentment and they rubbed noses. "I taste good," Sören said with a giggle.
"You taste delicious." Anthony licked his lips, savoring his beloved's intoxicating salty-sweet-spicy musk. "I want to eat you morning, noon and night."
"Mmmmmm, we definitely need to make up for lost time." Sören kissed him back, and their tongues licked together, teasing. Anthony's cunt felt like it was on fire, aching for relief. Then Sören's hand reached between Anthony's legs and gently explored and pet. "Holy fuck, you are wet."
"That's for you," Anthony whispered. He kissed Sören again.
Sören cracked up laughing. "That's some wet-ass pussy."
Anthony facepalmed and couldn't help laughing too. "You fucking dork."
"There's some dorks in this house, there's some dorks in this house..."
Anthony nibbled Sören's lower lip. Then Sören started kissing and nibbling Anthony's neck. Anthony shivered with pleasure. "I think," Sören husked, "I want some more dessert for my birthday."
With that, Sören gently rolled Anthony onto his back and began to kiss and lick every inch of him, hands caressing in slow, lazy circles, fingers walking, brushing, tracing. "You are so fucking gorgeous, elskan," Sören whispered. "And now you're mine."
"I was always yours." Their eyes locked. "And I will always be yours, as long as you want me." He stroked Sören's face and lovingly pet Sören's hair. "As much as you want me, I'll be here for you."
"You better be careful, or I'll make you retire early so we can fuck all day long." Sören gave him an evil grin just before he nibbled at Anthony's sensitive stomach. Anthony let out a little cry as his cock got harder, stiffening more urgently.
At last Sören tenderly rubbed his nose in Anthony's bush, and began to take long, slow licks at Anthony's cock. Anthony almost came, cock pulsing, feeling the flutters and coiling tension in his stomach. "God, your dick is big," Sören said, playfully stroking it with his finger; it was about the size of Sören's thumb, erect as it was right now, almost painfully hard in its need. "T has been very good to you. And all that yummy body hair..." Sören nibbled on Anthony's thigh. "I love how masculine you are."
Anthony smiled, feeling that glow of pride. It was one thing to pass well in public and not get clocked or misgendered, it was another thing to be naked here with a hot queer guy complimenting him like this. Anthony was already giddy that this was real, this was happening, they were together now, and the surge of gender euphoria made it even better. "I love you."
"I love you so much." With that, Sören started sucking Anthony's cock.
Those full lips weren't just beautiful but they felt delicious. Anthony lost himself in the pleasure of Sören's sweet mouth, and it didn't take long before Anthony was panting, writhing, shaking, letting out broken little cries, so close, so close, right there, needing to come but holding back just a little longer, needing to keep feeling his beloved's mouth on him for the first time after so very, very long, years of waiting. And then his body gave in with an electrifying, toe-curling orgasm, crying out Sören's name.
Sören lapped at the flowing juices and came up to kiss Anthony, who groaned with pleasure at the taste of himself, the tangible proof of what they'd done. "I love you," Anthony said, before their tongues rubbed together, teasing.
"I love you. And now I'm fucking horny again. I knew I'd like sucking you but I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't come again."
"If you give me a few minutes to recharge, we can sixty-nine, maybe?" And then Anthony dared to suggest his hottest, nastiest fantasy of Sören, the one that made him come hard and fast every time. "Or we could, um. Rub our dicks together."
"Fuck yeah." Sören kissed him passionately. "God, that's been my fantasy for years..."
"Jesus Christ, I can't believe it took us six years." Anthony laughed, face on fire again, feeling like the dumbest person who ever lived.
"Well, this was worth the wait, and I bet it'll be even better when you're ready for more."
They kissed again, and again, and again. Sören's kisses made him weak - those full, soft lips, that playful tongue - and when Sören began to kiss his neck, Anthony felt that thrust in his loins again and knew he was able to go again.
Sören lay on his back, with a pillow underneath him to raise his hips and make it easier. Anthony hooked Sören's right leg over his shoulder and straddled his hips, getting into position. When their cocks touched for the first time, they both cried out.
Anthony rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against Sören's cock. Sören rolled his hips, and their cocks slid together in a sensuous, delicious rhythm. Nothing had ever felt so good as their cunts mashed together, really getting in there, cock teasing cock, boypussy lips kissing. They were both engorged and dripping wet, cream flowing between them... wet enough to make a filthy, lewd wet suctioning, slurping sound, louder as they rubbed harder, faster.
Soon Anthony was riding Sören feverishly, the wet sloppy smacking sound louder than their cries. There was something so primal and animalistic about them rutting like this, losing themselves in a hot, hungry fuck. The sight of their cocks licking, slurping, fucking, cream making streamers between them, was one of the most erotic things Anthony had ever seen, and the pleasure was more and more intense, until it was all that existed. Anthony felt himself on that edge again, close to the point of no return, but making himself hold back, wanting Sören to come first.
Wanting it to last, not just the luscious rubbing, but the sight of Sören in heat, panting, a wild look in his eyes. "Fuck me," Sören moaned. "Oh god, fuck me... fuck me, god, you fuck me so good, more, more..."
Anthony growled and rubbed even harder, and the wet squishing, pumping sound of their cunts almost undid him.
"Fuck me," Sören begged. "More, oh god, more, more... fuck me, fuck me..." He bit his lower lip and whimpered, and then he called out, "Fuck me, Daddy..."
Sören's eyes widened, realizing what he said - looking mortified, like he shouldn't have said it - but something about Sören calling him Daddy brought out the beast in Anthony and he fucked Sören as hard as he could, sweat dripping down his body, breath coming out in shaky gasps, mad with lust. Anthony reached down to pinch Sören's nipples, and tugged on the nipple rings. "You like that, baby boy?"
Sören whimpered again. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..."
"That's it, baby." Anthony let out another growl, their cunts frenziedly slapping together. He grit his teeth, trying to hold back. "That's my good boy..."
"Oh god. Oh god, Daddy. Daddy..." Sören shuddered. "Daddy, you're gonna make me come with that big, hot dick..."
Anthony fought back his own orgasm. "Daddy's gonna make you come a lot. I'm gonna spoil my sweet baby boy."
"Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck. Daddy, Daddy."
"Love fucking my boy. You're gonna be my fuckslut now. Anytime I want a good, hard fuck, you'll spread for me, won't you? You want to be Daddy's little slut?" Anthony had no idea where these words were coming from but he rolled with it, high on the rush of power.
Sören worked his hips faster, nails raking Anthony's thighs. "Yes, Daddy, yes, oh god, Daddy..." Sören's eyes widened again and he gasped. "Daddy!"
Anthony felt Sören contracting against him, juices pouring, and that set off Anthony's own orgasm, throwing back his head and crying out as the relief and euphoria throbbed, spiraling, chiming waves of light. He sank down into Sören's waiting arms, still pulsing blissfully.
"I love you," Anthony said, rubbing his nose against Sören's, heart melting at the sight of Sören's face lit up in ecstasy.
"I love you, elskan." Sören kissed him and held him tight.
They curled up side by side. Anthony felt like he was floating, more deeply relaxed than he'd been in a long, long time. Snuggling with Sören naked by the fire was as good as the orgasm itself, safe and cozy and loved, and loving him right back, so deeply. They belonged.
Despite the fact that they would have go to back to Boston tomorrow, and Anthony would be back to work on Monday, the world with its troubles seemed far away. Nothing else -
"Prrp?"
Sören and Anthony looked down just in time for Snúður to drop his fuzzy purple pineapple right onto Sören's pussy. Sören began to heave with silent laughter that bubbled out of him into a full snorting gigglefit, and Anthony joined him.
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